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Let Me Sit Beneath An Old Lamp
Let Me Sit Beneath An Old Lamp
Let me sit beneath an old lamp
With its shade tilted at an angle
Tracing my finger along rough paper
Glowing in a yellow light
Lost in worlds of other’s making
Drawn from the ebb and flow of words
Upon a dim-lit page
As evening draws in
Closing around my imagination
Unthreatening, comforting,
Time passing unnaturally
Against t...
Monday 8th August 2016 9:17 pm
remembering the terrible lizard
remembering the terrible lizard
my blood is ink
my words the beating heart
a page of skin
tattooed stories
etched upon it
my vinyl soul
each hiss and crackle
pop and scratch
a wrinkle on the face
of times gone past
my music cries
with fuzz guitars
and thunder drums
cacophony of chaos
transcendental
my world is dark
each pinprick light
a star to gaze upon
and wonder at t...
Friday 25th April 2014 2:21 pm
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